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Ah. So the 'raise from the dead' part is pretty essential to the process. Damn. That definitely leaves it out the window for dear old Dad, and for Yandry, who we still need to crack like an egg at some point...
The Silver King (An ASOIAF Quest)
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Vocalist
Verdant Maiden in Violet
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Well, I never said you couldn't mind control living people. But the Others can't really help you with that.
As for Yandry, you have Lyanna attempting to talk to him this turn. If that doesn't work out, your spell Speak with Dead might be useful. And you are already going to Sharp Point (I know it was a while ago that I mentioned that), where you know he was in contact with someone.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA KILL SNEK KILL SNEK AAAAAAAAAAA
Goddamnit Oberyn!
I grew up in a tropical jungle and have had more encounters with poisonous snakes that have wanted to kill me than I ever wanted to have, and I'm actually grateful that my death nightmares are of me drowning, not of being attacked by snakes. That's how much i hate them, that I'd prefer drowning (which is pretty traumatic and i've nearly drowned a few times) over snakes.
On the other hand... well, I can understand Oberyn's reasoning.
I think I'll come back to this when i'm no longer instinctively tilted.
Goddamnit Oberyn!
I grew up in a tropical jungle and have had more encounters with poisonous snakes that have wanted to kill me than I ever wanted to have, and I'm actually grateful that my death nightmares are of me drowning, not of being attacked by snakes. That's how much i hate them, that I'd prefer drowning (which is pretty traumatic and i've nearly drowned a few times) over snakes.
On the other hand... well, I can understand Oberyn's reasoning.
I think I'll come back to this when i'm no longer instinctively tilted.
Well, I mean... they're not totally wrong... <.<
Micromanaging them is also inefficient!
Aerys Reacts to the Sword Council, Part 2
Vocalist
Verdant Maiden in Violet
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- By a Cedar Tree
Aerys Targaryen opens his eyes upon a stark white void. Sitting up - he's on something that passes for a floor - he sees that the only things here are two comfortable chairs, occupied by two women. One of them is the violet-clad Dornishwoman from before, Vocalist. The other is a Valyrian woman with a striking slash of gold through her silver hair. Funnily enough, the two of them have identical hairstyles - trimmed short to just above their shoulders. He decides that they would both look much better with long hair, but one of them speaks before he can tell them so:
"Ah, your...friend is awake," says the new woman.
"I am not her friend," he corrects her. "I am her king, and yours as well."
"Oh dear," the same woman says, "you weren't exaggerating, I see." She turns to her Dornish companion and hands over some papers. "Well, I think I should take my leave. We'll have to go over your plans another time."
"You could stay," Vocalist offers.
She gives Aerys a disturbingly familiar look. It's the same look Joanna gives him in those nightmares, the ones sent by witches: politely restrained disgust. "No, I think not. But perhaps if you were to arrange a more..." another glance at Aerys, "A more private session, I would come? I could even bring some of my friends." Well, bringing friends rather defeats the point of making it private, doesn't it?
Vocalist nods. "That sounds nice. I'll see what my readers think. Thank you for keeping me company, Princess Elaena." In the space of a blink, the other woman disappears. No flash of smoke or ominous chanting - she's just gone. The Dornishwoman is finally paying attention to him now. With a businesslike air, she hands over a thick stack of papers. "Well, your grace. We still have a lot of material to get though, so let's hop to it."
"As you recall," she continues talking while Aerys gets comfortable in the empty chair - it was really disrespectful of them to leave him on the floor like that, he points out, and she ignores him, "we had gotten to the point where Anum-la emerged from the sea, pulled out Brightroar, and declared that she was going to auction it off.
"No, nobody was quite that stupid," she says. Aerys makes a disappointed sound and returns to where he left off.
conspiracy theory.
"I've always shifted back and forth between liking Tywin and hating him," Vocalist admits.
"Me too."
"You could travel," the chronicler points out.
"But that just exposes me to dangerous assassins." Aerys sighs dramatically. "Being king involves sacrifice, woman!"
"Well, he did," says Vocalist.
"But I have violet eyes, and Rhaella has violet eyes. Does this mean...?"
"Lots of Valyrians have blue eyes," she points out.
"The real Rhaegar has been REPLACED BY AN EVIL SPIRIT!" Aerys cries, unheeding. He springs up from his chair. "Who did this? What are they doing to my son? Seven hells, is how long has this been going on?"
"Please calm down. Please." The king refuses, and after a few minutes of listening to him shout, Vocalist grits her teeth and hammers her AUTHOR FIAT button until he sits down, returned to a baseline emotional state. "Fuck," she mutters, "I have a headache now."
"Well, he is the Sword of the Morning," Vocalist points out.
"Yes, but so what?"
Vocalist raises her eyebrows. "Who knows? It's almost like the position is important, or something. I welcome your wild speculations." Aerys just rolls his eyes.
"Is it possible that your tastes simply differ?" Vocalist muses. "I'm pretty sure he has a sense of humor."
"Nonsense. The pop of boiling eyeballs as people burn is one of the funniest things in the world, but neither Rhaella nor Rhaegar appreciate it. Viserys is coming around, though."
"I thought this would be more cathartic," she mumbles. "Damn me and my bleeding heart." She doesn't do a thing to comfort him, however; just waits until he picks himself up and starts reading again.
"What? Oh, right, I suppose that's a possibility. Is the dragon going to show us her tits any time soon?"
"...Just keep reading."
"I thought all Targaryens were automatically great," Vocalist snipes.
"Even the least of us stands head and shoulders above common men," he says wisely, "but the Seven Kingdoms are very difficult to rule."
"Aerys," Vocalist says, her voice tight. "Your grace. You are like a man-sized herpes virus."
"What is that? Is it a kind of dragon?" he asks innocently.
"It's almost as terrible as one. Not nearly so rare, though." She sighs. "Let's continue."
"No, the idea is that a dragon, with or without a rider, wouldn't be able to intimidate and endanger people. That they'd be free from that kind of oppression."
Aerys is having some trouble wrapping his head around the concept. He dismisses it with: "Well, that just goes against the natural order. It's like listening to a rat, saying that it should be protected from all cats, and also you should let it eat the contents of your pantry."
"As you had that realization, I swear I could feel the Seven Kingdoms trembling," comments Vocalist. Aerys laughs as if she had just complimented him.
TO BE CONTINUED
"Ah, your...friend is awake," says the new woman.
"I am not her friend," he corrects her. "I am her king, and yours as well."
"Oh dear," the same woman says, "you weren't exaggerating, I see." She turns to her Dornish companion and hands over some papers. "Well, I think I should take my leave. We'll have to go over your plans another time."
"You could stay," Vocalist offers.
She gives Aerys a disturbingly familiar look. It's the same look Joanna gives him in those nightmares, the ones sent by witches: politely restrained disgust. "No, I think not. But perhaps if you were to arrange a more..." another glance at Aerys, "A more private session, I would come? I could even bring some of my friends." Well, bringing friends rather defeats the point of making it private, doesn't it?
Vocalist nods. "That sounds nice. I'll see what my readers think. Thank you for keeping me company, Princess Elaena." In the space of a blink, the other woman disappears. No flash of smoke or ominous chanting - she's just gone. The Dornishwoman is finally paying attention to him now. With a businesslike air, she hands over a thick stack of papers. "Well, your grace. We still have a lot of material to get though, so let's hop to it."
"As you recall," she continues talking while Aerys gets comfortable in the empty chair - it was really disrespectful of them to leave him on the floor like that, he points out, and she ignores him, "we had gotten to the point where Anum-la emerged from the sea, pulled out Brightroar, and declared that she was going to auction it off.
Aerys gives a juvenile giggle. "It's a pity my son is about the opposite of manly. He might have a hard time seducing her, even with his superior bloodline that I passed down to him."
This invokes outright laughter. "Oh, the fools who think they can fight a dragon! I want to see them try - it will be hilarious! Do any of them try?" he asks, trying to flip ahead.
"No, nobody was quite that stupid," she says. Aerys makes a disappointed sound and returns to where he left off.
"You know, Tywin used to be a much more likable person," muses the King. "He had a sense of humor. We could laugh at the fates of our enemies together." Vocalist gives him a surprised look. "When Joanna was visiting the capital, that was the last time he smiled at me. Then the controlling git got jealous and made her leave, he left soon after to attend to her pregnancy, and then she died." There is - well, not remorse, never remorse - what use for remorse when nothing is ever your fault? - but there is definitely sorrow in his voice. "When he came back, he treated me like a stranger. As if some...Tywin-shaped governance machine had been sent in his place, and the real Tywin disappeared along with his wife." Aerys pauses, considering whether his last sentence could be taken literally and turned into a plausible
"I've always shifted back and forth between liking Tywin and hating him," Vocalist admits.
"Me too."
"You are a Targaryen. Dragons should instinctively love you, Rhaegar. Gods, this should be obvious!"
Aerys seems charmed. "What an amazing idea! I should have guards do this to all my petitioners. That way only the people with really important problems would bother me, and I would have more time to myself!"
"Oh, he realized that? Huh, sometimes I forget that my son isn't an idiot."
"Nerd! Come on, Rhaegar. Was Aegon the Conqueror a bookworm? No, he was a conqueror! Daeron II was just like you - stupid wife included - and he practically got deposed by a fucking bastard! Which reminds me - did I kill all my bastards?" Vocalist stays silent. He quickly runs through a tally on his fingers, getting up to four before nodding to himself. "Right, all dead except for the one. I may despise my sister-wife, but," he sighs, "there are so few women out there worthy of bearing my children."
"I feel quite cheated about missing this whole adventure," he complains. "Nothing exciting ever happens in King's Landing!"
"You could travel," the chronicler points out.
"But that just exposes me to dangerous assassins." Aerys sighs dramatically. "Being king involves sacrifice, woman!"
Aerys, too, realizes the implications. He smiles, sits up, and starts reading with renewed zeal.
Aerys nods. "Unfortunately. Gods, my son is such a prude. How did that happen? It's like he tries as hard as possible to be opposite from me in every way."
The king pauses, cocking his head in confusion. "Doesn't Rhaegar have violet eyes, though?"
"Well, he did," says Vocalist.
"But I have violet eyes, and Rhaella has violet eyes. Does this mean...?"
"Lots of Valyrians have blue eyes," she points out.
"The real Rhaegar has been REPLACED BY AN EVIL SPIRIT!" Aerys cries, unheeding. He springs up from his chair. "Who did this? What are they doing to my son? Seven hells, is how long has this been going on?"
"Please calm down. Please." The king refuses, and after a few minutes of listening to him shout, Vocalist grits her teeth and hammers her AUTHOR FIAT button until he sits down, returned to a baseline emotional state. "Fuck," she mutters, "I have a headache now."
"Oho!" Aerys rubs his hands together, his previous worries forgotten in his anticipation. His mood deflates as he reads further and finds that the following scene contains no Sea Dragon Sexytimes.
"Well, she is a dragon," Aerys allows, "but she really should be treating him with more respect. And what's up with Arthur Dayne? Why does she respect him, of all people?"
"Well, he is the Sword of the Morning," Vocalist points out.
"Yes, but so what?"
Vocalist raises her eyebrows. "Who knows? It's almost like the position is important, or something. I welcome your wild speculations." Aerys just rolls his eyes.
"I held an audience while bathing once," reminisces the king. "It was only a joke, although Rhaella didn't find it very funny. I swear, that woman - of course! So that's where Rhaegar gets his complete lack of humor."
"Is it possible that your tastes simply differ?" Vocalist muses. "I'm pretty sure he has a sense of humor."
"Nonsense. The pop of boiling eyeballs as people burn is one of the funniest things in the world, but neither Rhaella nor Rhaegar appreciate it. Viserys is coming around, though."
Aerys is...taken aback. "Targaryen," he says. "He's a Targaryen. You're a dragon, surely you know who he is?"
"We're the Targaryens! The last dragonlords! We conquered the Sunset Kingdoms! All of them, with fire and blood we made them kneel!"
"Why not?" he wails. "It's the only part of the world with dragonlords left! Why don't you care?"
"She...we...but we..." Aerys has lost the power of speech. In this moment, he is a broken old man, unable to accept that his idols have passed him by. Vocalist looks at him with some pity as he sits there, deflated.
"I thought this would be more cathartic," she mumbles. "Damn me and my bleeding heart." She doesn't do a thing to comfort him, however; just waits until he picks himself up and starts reading again.
"We are dragonlords, though," Aerys insists. "The loss of our dragons is just a temporary embarrassment."
"Well, there was Aerion Brightflame, who was fond of claiming to be a dragon in human form." Aerys strokes his beard. "Sometimes I feel a certain kinship with him. Sometimes I just think he was nuts, though."
The king sighs. "I wish I had that problem. Fucking woman, with her non-functioning fucking womb..." He mutters several more dark things, which Vocalist tries not to hear.
Vocalist looks at the king with curiosity. "You're not going to complain about the wine probably being poisoned?"
"What? Oh, right, I suppose that's a possibility. Is the dragon going to show us her tits any time soon?"
"...Just keep reading."
"You know, I relate to that story," he says. "I often fear that the great House Targaryen has been sliding into decay. I've worked my whole reign to reverse this decline, of course, but what of those who come after me? Is our glory going to be squandered by fools and weaklings?"
"I thought all Targaryens were automatically great," Vocalist snipes.
"Even the least of us stands head and shoulders above common men," he says wisely, "but the Seven Kingdoms are very difficult to rule."
"You know," he begins again, "I believe I could have been known as a great lover, if not for my own sense of duty holding me back. The strictures and traditions of this foreign land hold that I must limit myself to one wife, and stay faithful to her, instead of taking pleasure where I wish like the Archons of Old Valyria. So," he rolls his eyes, "that leaves me stuck with an utterly boring, colorless woman who gives me nothing but complaints. 'Brother, I want better food! Brother, I want to go outside! Brother, I'm so bored in here! Brother, don't kill the servants! Brother, you are hurting me!' Augh! It's intolerable! I mean, it's not as if I enjoy being married to her! We're both stuck in this boat together, but her attitude is just making the situation worse!"
"Aerys," Vocalist says, her voice tight. "Your grace. You are like a man-sized herpes virus."
"What is that? Is it a kind of dragon?" he asks innocently.
"It's almost as terrible as one. Not nearly so rare, though." She sighs. "Let's continue."
"Quite stupid of you, yes," Aerys remarks.
"So...a world where dragonlords could rule unopposed?"
"No, the idea is that a dragon, with or without a rider, wouldn't be able to intimidate and endanger people. That they'd be free from that kind of oppression."
Aerys is having some trouble wrapping his head around the concept. He dismisses it with: "Well, that just goes against the natural order. It's like listening to a rat, saying that it should be protected from all cats, and also you should let it eat the contents of your pantry."
Aerys rolls his eyes. "Oh guest right! Don't get me started! So many times it would have made my life easier to just invite people to the Red Keep, promise them safety, and then BURN THEM, but Tywin always nagged me about 'rule of law' and 'political legitimacy' and 'consequences' until I agreed to something else." The king perks up. "He's gone now, though, so I can do whatever I want!"
"As you had that realization, I swear I could feel the Seven Kingdoms trembling," comments Vocalist. Aerys laughs as if she had just complimented him.
"Probably his terrible Dornish friends," says Aerys.
Aerys looks similarly concerned. "Is she talking about White Walkers? What exactly have you gotten yourself into, Rhaegar?"
"This all sounds very bad. Very, very, very, very...not good." Aerys looks at the Dornishwoman, who nods agreement. "Tell me: what has my son done?"
TO BE CONTINUED
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I was always under the impression that the reason Aerys never had any bastards was because he never conceived any. Not for lack of trying, but it's pretty clear clear that Aerys' seed wasn't exactly strong. Otherwise, he would have loved to take after Aegon the IV.
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A fair interpretation. Do keep in mind that everything you get here is from Aerys's perspective, and it's pretty clear he believed his seed was stronger than it was (hence, "my wife's children who keep dying must be not mine/poisoned!"). It's quite possible that some or all of those children weren't actually his.
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I imagine none of said children having silver hair or purple eyes made his decision to dismiss them as 'unworthy' a lot easier.
Y'know, this actually makes a fair amount of sense when you think about it. I've found Targaryen psychosis tend to run on a fairly predictable pattern, and while Aerys was by far the worst and most ruinous example, there are noticeable similarities with, say, Queen Rhaenyra's decline. You start out with a narcissistic, insecure, lazy, entitled jackass, give them unfettered power, and then run them through a physical and mental crucible. Out comes a paranoid, delusional, sociopathic nutcase who does their level best to ruin everything (A fairly large part of the reason I believe the twins are Aerys' bastards is just how similar Cersei is to both Aerys and Rhaenyra).
Aerys started out a piece of shit, and then was thrown through hell. You had that mess with Tywin and Joanna constantly percolating throughout all of this, it's scarcely a wonder that Aerys is so jealous/hateful of Tywin, their ruined friendship just warping the whole thing even further. Then there was Summerhall. Something I've been trying to emphasize is that the Targaryens are gone, it was literally just Aerys, Rhaella, and Rhaegar (who was literally born in the flames, and I suspect Aerys subconsciously associates him with the Tragedy). But now Aerys is King! He'll go and restore his family and the kingdom! He makes his friend Tywin Hand, has lots of great ideas, and will have plenty of children with his wife!
But that doesn't happen. His children die, one after another. He hates ruling. Tywin ends up doing everything, and people call him the king in his own court!
Aerys doesn't like feeling bad. Nobody does, of course, but Aerys is also a shitty person with no role models or coping mechanisms, so his solution is to determine that nothing is his fault. He kicks out Tywin and puts in a bunch of yes-men who tell him how smart and mighty he is. He blames his wife for the miscarriages and stillbirths, when none of his bastards take after him he blames his mistresses' poor blood, and he does the opposite of whatever Tywin wants in rulership. Blames him for tariffs, supports of Brackens, and then when Duskendale suddenly starts acting cocky Aerys decides to show Tywin up and handle it all by himself in person.
Shockingly enough, the Darklyn's break guest right, massacre his guard, and throw him in the oubliette. (How bizarrely moronic of them. I wonder why they may have felt confident enough to do this...)
Who knows what Aerys must have been thinking as he was starved, tortured, kept in pitch black darkness. He must have assured himself that he'd be rescued soon, that he would get back at those bastards and make everyone forget his humiliation. But week after week after week passes, and nothing happens. See, Tywin Lannister has laid siege to Duskendale ... and then does nothing. He sits on his ass for half a year, blithely refusing to give reasonable terms of surrender or launch an assault. Finally, enough pressure builds up that he orders an attack, despite many telling him that the King would surely be executed. He flat out fucking states that if Rhaegar would be king, all the better. Ser Barristan is horrified and begs Tywin to let him try some absurdly suicidal one-man inflitration of the castle. Tywin absentmindedly accepts, and probably to his considerable shock, Barristan rescues the king and escapes. Aerys is understandably an utter wreck, and has enough coherence to order that the Darklyn's be killed. Every last one of them. Tywin Lannister of all people argues against this, saying that nobody will surrender if this happens. Aerys tell him to eat shit.
After Duskendale King Aerys pretty much completely died as a coherent and sane individual, seeing enemies everywhere, convinced Tywin and his son are plotting against him ... and in slides Varys, showing up at just the right time to enable Aerys in all the worst ways. So when Rhaegar runs off with Lyanna Stark and Brandon Stark decides, in a fit of blistering stupidity, to pound on the gate of the Red Keep and demand that Rhaegar 'come out and die,' Aerys knows very well about the STAB alliance. How they're plotting against him. But he is a dragon. He'll burn them all.
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The perfect storm, take the most unstable King ever and put him through hell on top of that.
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Eesh. And I'm guessing that Rhaella is reliable (in the reproductive sense) for Daenerys at most, and that's assuming we (or someone else) don't off Dad sooner rather than later. I especially don't want to subject her to Aerys any more than absolutely necessary. Which leaves us, our two munchkins, and Viserys (possibly Dany if we haven't butterflied her away) for the family. Definitely need to start getting busy.
Minor question for clarification: as revenants, can Elia and Rhaegar reproduce further?
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There is still the Velaryons and maybe some of the more blue blooded Volantenes to keep Valyria alive. And hey, some lunatic will maybe bang a dragon again. Or we can learn blood magic and do some fertility shenanigans.
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Asking the Others this question leads to a lot of indignant screeching about how biological reproduction is an absolutely disgusting act for vermin. Eventually they admit that past evidence shows that revenants can successfully reproduce with humans (albeit with reduced fertility).
Two revenants, they say, cannot reproduce with each other. So you should definitely not do that disgusting thing with your wife. Don't do it. You're above that now. Having heirs is a concern for lesser, mortal beings. STOP IT EW.
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Well. Shit. shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitfuckingshit.
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Yeah, that's a problem. The good news is that we already have two kids and one of them is a son, but we might want to make an effort to include the Baratheons into our rulership, seeing as Robert is three deaths from being heir.
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Do we know anything about "Uncle" Maegor? He'd be in his fifties about now (assuming he wasn't at Summerhall) and he was initially passed over in succession as a baby due to fears he inherited his father's evil.
edit: technically he'd be our third cousin twice removed, but 'uncle' seems easier and more sensible a title. if he's alive and (reasonably) sane, he'd conceivably have a stronger claim than any Baratheon
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Seeing as he was never once mentioned in canon, I think we can safely assume Maegor is largely irrelevant to the quest.
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I'd look into any of the far-flung Targaryen relations simply because ours are a dying people and one that I am rather invested in. Maegor of Aerion's line, the descendants of Rhae and Daella who would be Maegor's aunts, Vaella who would be his cousin, every damn bastard dragonseed that somebody produced.
Are any of them relevant? Not in the least. Not unless we make them relevant... but I sort of do want to make them relevant. We set our own goals here, at least all goals past 'avoid the world actually ending', and this seems like a personally (if not practically) rewarding one.
Are any of them relevant? Not in the least. Not unless we make them relevant... but I sort of do want to make them relevant. We set our own goals here, at least all goals past 'avoid the world actually ending', and this seems like a personally (if not practically) rewarding one.
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And we know that Rhaegar regularly wrote to Aemon, so he canonically is inclined towards having familial relations outside his father. Gathering what remains of the family, or at least accounting for them, is probably a smart plan. Granted, the lack of their appearance or mention in canon leads me to suspect Vaella and Maegor could have been at Summerhall, but their existence and possibly descendants ought to be of interest to us
Targ Family Tree
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Unfortunately, the 'official' Targaryens are limited to the royal family and Maester Aemon. From Daeron II's time, each Targaryen and their official fate:
Daeron II, died of the Great Spring Sickness
-Baelor Targaryen, accidentally killed by his brother
--Valarr Targaryen, died in the Great Spring Sickness. No children who survived infancy.
--Matarys Targaryen, died in the Great Spring Sickness. No children.
-Aerys I Targaryen, died of natural causes. No children.
-Rhaegel Targaryen, died choking on a piece of lamprey pie.
--Aelor Targaryen, fell off a balcony.
--Aelora Targaryen, committed suicide.
--Daenora Targaryen, died of a winter fever. Married Aerion, gave birth to Maegor.
-Maekar I Targaryen, died in battle.
--Daeron Targaryen, died of a venereal disease. Claimed to have fathered no bastards.
---Vaella Targaryen, died at Summerhall. Simple-minded. Never married.
--Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen, died of spontaneous combustion. Married Daenora.
---2 sons (illegitimate), sold into slavery in Lys, died of illness and suicide respectively.
---1 daughter (illegitimate), sold into slavery in Lys, died in childbirth. Had three children who survived childhood.
----Aelora Brightflame, still alive. Freed from slavery by Rhaegar and Nenya. Possessed by a desire demon, though that is not common knowledge.
----Nenya Brightflame, still alive. Ennobled by King Aerys II.
----Matarys Brightflame, still alive. Freed from slavery by Rhaegar and Nenya.
---Maegor Targaryen, became a sellsword and died in battle. No children.
--Aemon Targaryen, still alive. A maester. Definitely no children.
--Daella Targaryen, died in childbirth. Married into House Tarth; the house still continues from her line.
--Aegon V Targaryen, died at Summerhall.
---Duncan Targaryen, died at Summerhall. Married a lowborn woman and was disinherited.
----Daenys Targaryen,
---Jaehaerys II Targaryen, died of illness. Married Shaera Targaryen.
---Shaera Targaryen, died of a weak heart. Survived her husband by four years.
----Rhaella Targaryen, still alive. Married Aerys Targaryen.
----Aerys II Targaryen, stabbed repeatedly and then thrown in a fire by unknown assassins.
-----Rhaegar Targaryen,
------Rhaenys Targeryen, still alive.
------Aegon Targaryen, still alive.
------Elaena Targaryen, still alive.
-----Viserys Targaryen, still alive.
-----Daenerys Targaryen, still alive.
---Daeron Targaryen, died in battle at the side of his very very close best guy friend. Definitely no children.
---Rhaelle Targaryen, died at Summerhall. Married into House Baratheon; the house still continues from her line.
--Rhae Targaryen, died of natural causes. Married into House Darry; the house still continues from her line.
A complete Blackfyre family tree, according to Serra Blackfyre:
Daemon Blackfyre, died leading the First Blackfyre Rebellion.
-Aegon Blackfyre, died with his father.
-Aemon Blackfyre, died with his father.
-Daemon Blackfyre, leader of the Second Blackfyre Rebellion. Died in captivity at the Red Keep.
-Calla Blackfyre, married Aegor Bittersteel but bore no children. Died to an assassin that was trying to kill her husband.
-Haegon Blackfyre, died leading the Third Blackfyre Rebellion. Married Daenaera Saerynar.
--Daemon Blackfyre, died leading the Fourth Blackfyre Rebellion.
-Aenys Blackfyre, assassinated while trying to peacefully present his claim at the Great Council of 233 AC.
-Daena Blackfyre, died of a plague. Married her brother Aenys, but became a priestess of the Weeping Lady after his death.
--Rhaella Blackfyre, died from her wounds after a duel of honor with Shaera Saerynar.
--Daemon Blackfyre, brutally killed by his cousin Maelys during a duel for control of the Golden Company. Had two children by Laelyn Blackfyre.
-Maegon Blackfyre, died during an ill-fated expedition to Valyria. Married his sister Rhaenys.
-Rhaenys Blackfyre, died in childbirth.
--Maelys Blackfyre, died leading the War of the Ninepenny Kings (aka the Fifth Blackfyre Rebellion).
-Valerion Blackfyre, died from a sudden illness. May have been poisoned by Bloodraven.
--Laelyn Blackfyre, disappeared during the War of the Ninepenny Kings and presumed dead. Bore two children to her cousin Daemon. Forced to marry her cousin Maelys after he took over the Golden Company. Joined the Faceless Men. Current status unknown.
---Viserys Blackfyre,
---Serra Blackfyre,
----Aegon
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That was great, @Vocalist. I'd considered making one myself, but this knocked it out of the park.
This also served as an excellent visual aid to the critical state of the Targaryen dynasty, and why Aerys needs to go so soon and so badly. For example, canon Elia was known to be fragile and after giving birth to Aegon flat out couldn't rear another child, which is part of why Rhaegar pursued Lyanna as a second wife. Our marriage to the politically isolated and militarily weak Dorne was a terrible idea in any light, and Aerys did it purely out of spite. We need to get Rhaegar's ass on the throne of swords before dear old dad can fuck things up any further, because we now have to wait until Viserys, our children, and hopefully Daenerys grow up before any more Targs will get produced.
To be blunt, we need to look for alternative solutions. If we weren't being actively opposed by the Maesters I'd suggest publically taking a second wife, but infuriating the Faith as well is just begging for trouble. Not something to do until we've convinced/bribed/threatened a good amount of the Most Devout and the High Septon into giving their endorsement. In the meanwhile, I suggest we go for a more classic and immediate solution: find some Dragonseeds and fuck them. We'd have to get a dozen or so to compensate for the reventant's reduced fertility.
Now, we can handle that in two ways. First, pretending they're Elia's child(ren). We wait until the lucky woman starts to show, and then seclude Elia - it shouldn't be difficult to come up with an excuse considering how awful her last birth was. A few months later, we take our newborn child and have Elia present it to court. Repeat if it goes off without a hitch, and ideally we should have a healthy royal brood to secure the succession. Option two would be to simply have bastards and then publically acknowledge them. They're not as useful as 'trueborn' children and it'll cause a few issues, but it also doesn't require any subterfuge and there aren't really any serious negative consequences.
This also served as an excellent visual aid to the critical state of the Targaryen dynasty, and why Aerys needs to go so soon and so badly. For example, canon Elia was known to be fragile and after giving birth to Aegon flat out couldn't rear another child, which is part of why Rhaegar pursued Lyanna as a second wife. Our marriage to the politically isolated and militarily weak Dorne was a terrible idea in any light, and Aerys did it purely out of spite. We need to get Rhaegar's ass on the throne of swords before dear old dad can fuck things up any further, because we now have to wait until Viserys, our children, and hopefully Daenerys grow up before any more Targs will get produced.
To be blunt, we need to look for alternative solutions. If we weren't being actively opposed by the Maesters I'd suggest publically taking a second wife, but infuriating the Faith as well is just begging for trouble. Not something to do until we've convinced/bribed/threatened a good amount of the Most Devout and the High Septon into giving their endorsement. In the meanwhile, I suggest we go for a more classic and immediate solution: find some Dragonseeds and fuck them. We'd have to get a dozen or so to compensate for the reventant's reduced fertility.
Now, we can handle that in two ways. First, pretending they're Elia's child(ren). We wait until the lucky woman starts to show, and then seclude Elia - it shouldn't be difficult to come up with an excuse considering how awful her last birth was. A few months later, we take our newborn child and have Elia present it to court. Repeat if it goes off without a hitch, and ideally we should have a healthy royal brood to secure the succession. Option two would be to simply have bastards and then publically acknowledge them. They're not as useful as 'trueborn' children and it'll cause a few issues, but it also doesn't require any subterfuge and there aren't really any serious negative consequences.
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